Hood Pope lyrics

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[Verse 1]And we sick, cause we hurtingPull a chrome fifth when they murk themThem murked off an excursionAll cause a nigga be lurkingBig money shit we earningA bunch of hooligans need churchingIm the Hood Pope, these my childrenAnd Ill be their Donny McClurkinGold teeth when Im smirkingBunch of little kids running round need nuturingLord know that I aint really perfectAll of these clowns run around this circusLord please what is my purposeBesides fucking these PersiansPopping these bottles and popping these modelsPlease tell me where is the ShermanAnd Im smoking my weed, put me in my zoneDemons chasing me, cause they want my domeAnd I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chromeCause Im in some beef, and they want my dome

[Bridge]God say Son, you dont wanna go downNow you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound

[Verse 2]And I told you, told you time againThat aint you gon find your friendsYou talking about you riding with themAnd fighting with them, those aint your friendsYou dying, lying on cement, momma be crying Dont take him!Gotta be trying, but he said I promise he wont, ever againGod, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a whileHe found the streets and then it got wild, God, I promise, never againGod, he is my only child, please dont wake him so he smilesBut all she hear is lonely sounds, now he wont talk ever again